It was nearing the end of a beautiful day. I thought to myself, "Why ruin it?" I asked Peg what she had in mind for dinner and received a blank look and a shoulder shrug. What I had in mind was two of our favorite pastimes: sitting on our deck and eating food that someone else has prepared. It works for us.
Peg was going to make a run to the post office in the Proctor District to send out an order of training DVDs and so I suggested she continue on to Sixth Avenue and stop in at It's Greek to Me and pick up dinner. I told her to buy plenty to eat . . . "Whatever you want," I suggested.
After an hour I was getting a little worried, but then I heard her park her car under the deck/carport. She came to the bottom of the stairs and yelled for help. She was carrying two brown paper bags with soup, four large Styrofoam dinner containers, a Styrofoam clamshell, and a baggie.
"I got the Greek Feast for Two," she said. She was right. With another dessert or two it could have been sold as a Greek Feast for Four.
I had plates out on our deck banquet table. One of the Styrofoam dinner containers filled my plate with four items: half a baked potato, rice pilaf with a rich tomato sauce, green beans, and gyro meat.
We opened our containers of egg flour soup. It's kind of a chicken and rice soup.
There were two weird items in the meal, one was a brownie for dessert and the other was Texas Toast. I don't know what Texas Toast has to do with Greece, but the buttered and slightly cheesed bread was good dunked into the soup. The soup was delicious by itself as well, although I prefer my rice not cooked quite as much.
My two favorite items on the plate were the baked potato and the green beans. I swear. The potato had soaked up both meaty and tomato flavors and with a little help of a pat of butter it was excellent. There was only half a potato unfortunately, but I didn't leave the table hungry. You can't leave a feast hungry. The green beans were cooked "ladies luncheon" style. That means they were overcooked and I loved them. The thought ran through my head as I shoved one forkful after another into my mouth, "These should be al dente." Peg felt the same. What the heck. They were wonderful.
I only ate three or four pieces of the gyro meat . . . and one of those only because it happened to get mixed in with the green beans.
I turned my attention to the other Styrofoam dinner container, which contained dolmas, spanakopita, and moussaka. Moussaka is layers of meat and eggplant topped with cheese. It's like a lasagna, but with the eggplant taking the place of the pasta. I devoured mine. The rich sauce from the moussaka had been added as a topping to the rice pilaf on my first plate.
I ignored the dolmas (stuffed grape leaves) and attacked the spanakopita. The puff pastry triangles are filled with feta cheese and spinach. It was excellent.
I found myself wanting more moussaka, but if I had eaten any more of it, there would have been no room for the large Ghirardelli brownie (which had just came out of the oven . . . and probably what Peg was waiting for that took so long) or the chocolate covered baklava. The brownie tasted pretty much like the double chocolate brownies that Peg makes when we are going visiting. Too rich to leave home. And too rich not to eat.
A baklava is a puff pastry layed with nuts and soaked with honey. They are so rich you can hardly stand to eat them without a half-gallon of coffee and a gallon of milk near by. To cover the baklava with dark chocolate is pretty much like injecting butter directly into your heart. They can't be good for you, but OMG are they good.
The Greek Feast for two plus the brownie and the chocolate covered baklava cost just over $33.00. It made a great dinner . . . and lunch for the next day.